Ten years’ establishment in periodical literature may give us a sort of patriarchal feeling towards others; for, with one exception the mirror is the oldest weekly journal of the metropolis.  In this comparatively long career, our best energies have been directed to the progressive improvement of each department of the work.  The plan of embellishment, which may be said to have originated with the mirror, has been extended and improved, until few subjects are incapable of successful illustration in its pages; due regard being paid to nicety of execution, as well as attractive design.  So much for the present, state of our “representative system.”

The selection of materials for each sheet of the mirror has been regulated by a desire to extend useful information, and to cultivate healthful indications of public taste.  In a journal, like the present, mainly devoted to the accumulation of facts, errors and misstatements are inevitable; but, our own diligence, aided by sharp-sighted Correspondents, has, from time to time, guided us to accuracy in most cases, and directed fruitful inquiry upon matters of no ordinary interest or character.  Scientific information, really made popular, and of ready, practical utility, has uniformly found admission in our pages; and, above all, subjects of natural history have received especial attention, in graphic illustrations—­which part of our plan has been adopted by every cheap journal of the last four years; or, from the first pictorial description of the Zoological Gardens, before the publication of the catalogue by the Society; while it is a source of gratification to know that within the above period, natural history, from being almost confined to public museums and private cabinets, has become the most popular study and amusement of the present day.

Upon the continued cheapness of our little work, we do not intend to touch, more than by reference to the enlargement of the letter-press as commenced with the present volume.  The alteration has, we believe, received general approbation; and, either with regard to the extent of the letter-press, or the condensed character of its subject-matter, we have still the satisfaction of knowing the mirror to continue, as it has often been characterized by contemporaries, “the cheapest publication of the day.”  Its other merits we are content to leave to the discernment of each reader.

Our future volume will be conducted upon the plan of its predecessors, with such improvements as time and occasion may suggest.  To one point, economy of space, we promise our best consideration; though we may not succeed in rivalling Mr. Newberry, who, the good humoured Geoffrey Crayon tells us, was the first that ever filled his mind with the idea of a good and great man.  He published all the picture books of his day; and, out of his abundant love for children, he charged “nothing for either paper or print, and only a half-penny for the binding."[1] Rest unto his soul, say we.